THE END OF THE ROAD (TALES OF INCLUSIVITY) #blogchatter #WriteAPageADay
The end of the road can mean so many different things,
For a traveller who is lost, it could be his
destination at sight,
After a gruelling journey, time to take a
well-deserved rest,
Tired limbs and body, thoughts of a warm meal and a soft
bed.
For a young student, it could mean the last part of
his labour,
Years of study and diligence, nose on the grindstone,
The light is nigh; the examinations a welcome break,
From the monotony of books, lectures and teachers’
plaints.
The soon-to-be mother keeps her spirits high, as she
waits,
Her husband keeps her happy, these days are precious
to both,
The baby decides whether to stay in or come out,
Due dates coinciding often with great expectations.
The end of the road can mean so many things:
The gaining of a doctorate, a degree or a prize,
The farmer’s good harvest, when the grain is threshed,
The businessman’s reaping of his profit when the year
is done.
Yet, sometimes, the end of the road may be dire,
When a poor lost soul, beleaguered with myriad
problems,
Unable to make up his losses, or find a way to break
loose,
A child facing a bully; a man facing utter ruin.
A man whose debts cover him from head to toe,
Finding no other way to recover, but only to let go,
A girl who is molested by a person she trusts,
And finds no one who will believe her word.
A parent whose grown-up child has been thrashed in
custody,
On a mere suspicion and no proof; yet, the proof gets
manufactured,
For many gullible souls whose life savings go up in a
puff
When tricksters play a game of smoke and mirrors with
them.
Thus, life can be a chessboard of sorts, black and
white,
The king must be protected at all cost, to hell with
the rest!
The pawns mostly suffer; poor, deprived and unable to
see the light,
The street-smart ones, of course, turn into queens at
the end of the road.
Word Count: 350
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